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Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived

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Title: Harry Potter and the Girl Who Lived
By: S'Eleene Paris
Disclaimer: If you don't know by now, see chapter one for details.
Author's notes:
I do apologize for the wait. I know that it took forever for me to update, but I do hope 
you enjoyed my shorts during this time. 
I would like to thank the following:
I would like to thank all the people who mean the most to me. I would like 
to thank all the people who think they mean the most to me.
Seriously, though, I would like to thank all of those who have responded to this piece. 
I would also kindly remind you that this is an AU. Alternate Universe so there are a few small
 minor things that are different. I have had a few pieces of hate mail about Ginny's name. I
 wrote this piece before we all knew her name was actually not Virginia, so due to consistency
 of this piece I decided to continue with Virginia. Another editing will change that once I get
 this first set out of the way. Thanks for that and for waiting. Also, Hermione takes on some
 obvious "changes", but I think deep down inside all of us, we all have a bad streak.
okay, the now presenting the long awaited chapter nine.
                    Chapter Nine 
             Hermione's Transfiguration
        Once the Salt and Gryffindor Dance Team landed at the Chicago
International Airport and went through customs, the group exited the 
airport to await the arrival of their ride to Heather Potter's house.
It did not take too long for the three black and silver stretch limousines
to pulled up to where they stood. Three men, in identical uniforms, headed
toward Heather and she smiled at them. "Hello, Miles, James, and Jonathon."
        "Sorry we are late, Miss Potter. There was a lot of traffic." Miles
gestured for the other two to start loading the vehicles with the luggage
and the girls. "How was your trip?"
        "It was nice and that is alright we just got here. The plane was 
late taking off." Heather handed him her suitcases and Miles put it in the 
trunk of the first car. Heather took the last remaining seat in the first
car. Miles shut the car door and headed to the front of the car.
        "Wow, Heather! Three drivers? You must have more money than all the
Malfoys combined!" Parvati Patil exclaimed.
        "Actually, no. Miles is our driver normally. James is the butler
and Jonathon is our Chef. They pull double when we have rather large groups
come to the house." Heather yawned and closed her eyes to nap a little 
before they reached her home.
        "How long does it take in order to reach your house?" Hermione 
asked as she took in the sites of Chicago, Illinois.
        "About a hour. Depending on traffic and if it's still road 
construction season." Heather opened her eyes, then turned around her to
roll down the glass divider between Miles and the rest of the vehicle.
"Miles which way are we going to be going? Route 45, Route 50, or I-57?"
        "I-57 of course."
        "Thanks." Heather rolled the window back up halfway, then 
remembered to ask him. "Oh, Miles could we stop off at Kroger? I need to 
pick up something."
        "Yes, Miss."
        Heather rolled the window back up and opened a compartment to her 
left to take out a Diet Pepsi. She opened up the bottle and took a drink.
The girls looked at her with envy. "There is another cooler with pop in 
it over there. You are welcome to it."
        After about fourteen hours worth of travel, the group of travelers
finally reached their destination: the house in which Heather Potter lived.
Hermione stepped out of the care and took note of how large the house seemed
compared to her own. Once the group reached the inside the foyer of the 
Red and limestone brick house, Heather showed them around the house. James
showed the girls to their rooms to their rooms, in which were comfortable 
since they only had to pair up.
        Once settled, the girls regrouped in the family room to watch a 
movie. "So, what do you all want to watch?" Heather asked. "You name it, I
probably have it."
        "How about the Sound of Music?" Nadine Nokomis offered.
        "Nah, none of that music stuff. How about something scary?"  
Celeste Alexandra offered.
        "Yeah, Like the Blair Witch Project." Courtney Calmen added her 
two cents worth as she tossed her light brown mid- back hair over her
shoulder.
        "That's not scary!" Blythe Carmen rolled her eyes. "Besides, I'm
not really in the mood to watch some stupid muggles trampling around the 
Blair woods looking for a ghost of a witch who obviously was in Slytherin
house."
        "How about Something funny, then? India Jade offered as she cleaned
the imaginary dirt from under her nails with the tip of her metal nail file.
"Like Patch Adams?"
        "That is more sad then funny." Mika Salena corrected her. "How
about the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya sisterhood?"
        "I'm not really in the mood to laugh to hard..." Amber Miller
complained as Hermione Granger came into the room bearing her school bag
and books. Hermione found a chair on the other side of the room and opened
her school bag and took out her homework to begin studying. 
        "I'm going to go and run to the bathroom. If you guys finally 
decide on a movie, let me know." Heather stood up from where she reclined 
on the couch and made a bee-line for the opposite end of the room, to where 
the door to the hallway was. Heather walked right by Hermione and decided
she needed to get more involved with the group.
        Heather walked back into the room and took Hermione's books from 
her and threw them on the floor. "I've had it!" Heather exclaimed as the 
other girls took notice and turned around to watch Heather blow up at 
Hermione, but what they received surprised them. "Ladies." She called over
her shoulder. "I think it is time for a make-over."
                               *****
        The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the first Quidditch match
of the season was coming up later in the afternoon, especially since it 
was a double header between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The schedule set up
for today consisted of the Quidditch teams first, then after the Quidditch
teams, the Quadpot teams were going to play and the two dance teams were 
going to perform as the half time show as they modified the field for 
Quadpot.
        As Harry Potter noticed his friend Ronald Weasley sitting in their
usual spot at the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindor house Quidditch team 
keeper reclined on the table across from him to eat breakfast. A pang of 
disappointment shot through him as he noticed Hermione was not there with 
him. "Where is Hermione? She's never missed a game, Ron. I have not seen 
her in any of her classes and she is never in the library! This is nothing 
like her. Something must be wrong!"
        "I asked Professor McGonagall about Hermione this morning and all 
she said was she had sent Hermione on a special mission for her and will not
be back until later today before the game." Ron gnawed on his sausages. 
When he noticed the biscuits and gravy and reached out to claim some for 
his plate. "The only reason you want her here is because you fancy her and
you want to show off in front of her."
        "Ron, next time say it a little louder. I don't think the 
Slytherin table heard you."
        "So it is true!"
        "What?"
        "Fancy her, don't you?"
        "Fancy who?"
        "Don't be such a git, Harry. Hermione of course."
        "Hermione?"
        "Hermione Granger, you know, our best friend since first year? 
Bushy brown hair, brown eyes, went with Viktor Krum in our fourth year."
        "I know who she is, Ron."
        "So."
        "So, What, Ron?"
        "Do you fancy her? It's a simple question, Harry."
        "Yes, so would you stop asking please so get back to knowing that
not in a million years she would ever go with me."
        Ron grinned ear to ear as he took a sip from his pumpkin juice.
"Don't worry, Harry. Your secret is safe with me."
                           *****
        The Early October sun parted its way through the few white
puffy clouds in which floated like pillows in the deep sapphire sky.
The Gryffindor House Quidditch team was sweeping the Slytherin team
90 to 20.
        Harry flew around the pitch in search of the Golden Snitch.
"Another save from Gryffindor's keeper, Ron Weasley. "Rage-filled    
Ronald" throws it to Chaser Parker Aubrey, a good find for the team
takes the Quaffle across the field to take it to score!" Dean Thomas'
voice floated over the loud speaker. Dean had taken over the 
announcing for the Quidditch teams once Lee Jordan left Hogwarts a 
few years ago. Needless to say, Professor McGonagall did not have to 
threaten Dean as much as Lee when he became biased toward their house
team.
        Harry took a moment to stop his search to watch his best 
friend throw the Quaffle to the new chasers from Sifto-Salt. Parker
had caught it and raced toward the Slytherin side of the pitch to the 
goal post. Harry avoided almost being hit by a bludger, when he speed
forward in search of the missing Snitch once again. Harry wished he 
could have continued watching the new chasers to see if they had made
it in the goal post, but continued his search. A few seconds later, 
the goal post rung in confirmation the Quaffle did indeed make it 
inside of the Goal post. Dean Thomas took the liberty to announce the
new score. "Gryffindors lead 100 to 20!"
        The Gryffindor seeker spotted the snitch near the ground of 
the pitch and Harry raced after it. Draco Malfoy saw he was going 
after it, and went after him. Even though Draco made the attempt, 
Harry made the catch and won the game by 250 to 20. Harry, Ron, Parker,
Christina Anderson (chaser), Alice Ari(chaser), Beau Benedict, and 
Prescott Plato (both beaters) landed to on the field to watch the half 
time show. Slytherin did the same on the other side. "Ron, did you see 
Hermione? I sure didn't."
        "No, I wonder where she is." Ron seemed more interested in
the dance team setting up, rather than his missing friend. Harry 
followed his gaze toward the girls and rolled his eyes.
        "I can't believe you, Ron! Hermione is missing and all you can
think about it are girls in leather pants. You have such a one tracked
mind..." Ron was watching the group of girls as if they were veela, 
but knew not if any of them were.
        Once the music started, the girls began to perform. Harry
took note of the Gryffindor girls who joined the team. "Ah, Ginny
made the team. As did Parvati and Lavender, no surprise there. 
Natalie and who is that?" Harry thought as he took note of a girl who
had strait brown hair and cinnamon eyes. She swayed her hips to the 
music and Harry's heart seemed to pound in his chest. "It must be the
costume." Harry decided as he was practically drooling over her in the
black leather pants and the red and black string halter top she wore.
She had a tattoo on the tip of her shoulder of Gryffindor house
mascot, the lion.
        Harry looked over at Ron to see if he saw the same girl, 
to ask him if he knew her, and to see if he was affected this way too.
Ron seemed to be entranced by another girl and once Harry followed his 
gaze found it to be Heather. "That's my sister, Mate!"
        "I'll stop staring at her once you stop staring at Hermione."
he gestured back to the girl in which Harry had been thinking in
pure thoughts about the moment before. "That's Hermione?"
        "Not as good as Heather." Ron grinned evilly. Ron's remark received
a smack on the arm from the Gryffindor seeker and brother of the girl of
whom he was referring on the back of his head.
        Once the Salt and Gryffindor dance team finished their routine of
"Baby-Got-Back" by Sir Mix-a-lot, they joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team
off on the sidelines after they had begun to tear down their equipment and 
put it away. Heather and Hermione bent down to untangle the wires belonging
to the sound system. Harry and Ron watched and admired the view of their
well formed behinds through the material of their pants. When Harry and Ron
went over to congratulate them, to playfully get their attention, Harry placed 
his hand on Hermione's behind, as did Ron with Heather, and touched where they 
dared.
        Hermione's eyes popped out of her head and she looked over at Heather
to confirm what they had discussed before. Heather nodded and the two ladies
stood up from their bent positions and turned around to confront the two 
idiots who dared to do what they had just did. In one swift motion, the two
ladies acted in unison, and reached down to grope the two boys. Heather did
all the talking. "If either of you two gentlemen do that ever again," Warned
Heather. "I will rip your manhood off and force feed it to you. Is that
understood?"
        "Yes." They whimpered and the two girls let go of their hold on them.
After the two boys recovered a little, the announcement was made for the 
other teams to clear the field so the referees would be able to adapt the
pitch for Quadpot.
        Once Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Heather reached the stands, Dean
Thomas was announcing the Gryffindor team. "Arriving in Alphabetical order
for Gryffindor we have Captain Andrew Ambrose leading his team onto the 
field. Following are: Blair Blake, Belle Clocksmen, Cosmo Cyrus, Jessie
Phillips, Robert Smart, Isaac Yoder, Ishmael Yoder, Rachel Yoder, and Samuel
Yoder!"
        After some cheering from Gryffindor, Sifto-Salt, Hufflepuff, Milner,
Ravenclaw, and Franklin houses the other team took to the field. After
their team was announced for the Slytherin, six more students came out on the
field. Dean Thomas clarified why the other six were needed. "Since 
Quadpot is not as popular here as it is in America, we have asked six 
students, three from each house, to referee this event today. From
Western house we have: Danielle MacNeal, Robert Crabbe, and Richard Gay-
Allison. From Sifto-Salt we have:  Alexander Benson, Lana Wells, and 
Hannah Yoder.
        The two teams hovered over the Quad as it was brought out on to
the field and once the other referees took their positions, Hannah Yoder
released the Quad and the game begun.
                               *****
        The following morning, Hermione and Heather refused to speak to 
Harry and Ron due to the previous days events on the Quidditch field." It's
just not bloody natural for Hermione to be mad at us this long, especially
for something as small as that. Really, Harry, I think your sister is a 
bad influence on her." Ron complained as the two of them stride into the
Great Hall for lunch the following day.
        "Yeah, but we're the ones who made them mad." Harry mentioned to him
as he opened the doors to the Great Hall. "We have to go and make it right,
Ron. No matter what the cost."
        The two of them made for the Gryffindor table, but instead of
sitting down on the table next to Hermione and Heather, the two boys stood
up on the table to make an announcement to the whole student and teacher
population. "Can I have your attention please?" Harry spoke loudly so 
everyone could hear.   
        All the noise from the chattering students suddenly halted as the
boy-who-lived made the apology public. "I'd like to take this time to 
make it known Ron Weasley and I have done something dishonorable to Hermione
Granger and Heather Potter and wish to submit our apologies to the public
and to them personally, by allowing them to do anything they want to us in
from of the entire school population as witnesses."
        Murmurs came from the students across the room. "Anything?" Heather
asked wickedly.
        Ron gulped audiably. "Anything."
        Heather grinned and stood up, with Hermione at her side, and nodded
to Hermione who in turned nodded back. Heather grinned ear-to-ear. "Are you
sure you want to do that? We might do something really evil to you."
        Harry shook his head, bravely. "Anything you want, we were the ones
who wronged you."
        "Alright. Hermione grinned pointing her wand toward them. She looked
over at Heather and asked. "Heather, would you like to do the honors?"
        "It would be my pleasure." Heather grinned a truly evil grin. One
of which made even Harry gulp. Heather muttered a spell under her breath
and pointed her hand toward the two of them. Harry closed his eyes and hoped
it did not hurt too much.
        Harry felt the spell hit him and he suddenly felt as if there was a
draft. Harry heard laughter and once he opened his eyes he knew why. 
Everyone tried to suppress giggles coming from everyone in the room, even
several teachers found the site amusing including Professor Dumbledore who
sat at the table trying to figure out if he wanted to laugh at the boys or
to feel sorry for them. Harry and Ron looked down and found themselves no
longer in their school robes, but only their boxer shorts. Ron grew as red
as his silk ones he wore and Harry felt himself grow hot with a blush as 
well.
        "I think that makes us even, don't you think, Hermione?"
        "Oh yes, very much so." Heather and Hermione looked them up and down
before striding confidently out of the Great hall while wolf calls 
came from the Slytherin end of the Great Hall.
                               *****
        A couple of days later, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Heather reclined
in the prefect meeting with the other prefects and the house heads: 
Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, and Professor 
Flitwick. "Is there any other business we need to discuss this evening?" 
Professor McGonagall headed the meeting.
        Heather Potter raised her hand and Professor McGonagall called upon
her. "Professor, I was wondering if the Gryffindor or any other house has 
done any charitable work?"
        "No not normally, why do you ask Miss Potter?" Professor Sprout
answered in her kind voice.    
        "Because it is custom for the Chicago Institute students to perform
charity work for the local charities like hospitals or disasters of some 
kind. A give back to the community sort of thing."
        "Oh."
        "I was wondering if Gryffindor house could do something like that."
Heather exhaled a breath she did not realize she was holding.
        "We could give the money to Saint Mungo's." Harry offered. "To
be used in their long-term occupant ward. I have not seen it myself, but if
Voldermort is coming back to power, I have a feeling they will need to 
expand." Harry did not let on he knew about one of his fellow Gryffindor's,
Neville Longbottom, parents were occupants on the ward he had mentioned and 
ignored the shivers and hisses coming from the others in the room when 
he mentioned Voldermort's name.
        "Good idea." Professor Flitwick stated once he recovered from the
shock of hearing one of the students calling the dark lord by his name. "So, 
how do you plan on doing it?"
        "Well, I was thinking of doing a fashion show. It could be 
sponsored by the whole house and we could have sign ups for people to do 
help us out. We could sell tickets during meal hours."
        "How much do you think the tickets would be?" Professor Sprout
seemed sold on the idea.
        "We could advertise in Hogsmeade and have for adults: nine sickles,
for students and professors: seven sickles, and professors Dumbledore and 
Gaddis get in free."
        "It sounds like a wonderful idea, Heather."
        "Actually, it was not mine, it was Hermione's idea. She came up with
the idea when we were on the dance team retreat. Heather looked at Hermione
and filled the group in on the conversation at Heather's home.
        "As long as the money does not go to spew, I'm fine with it." Ron
crossed his arms as he leaned back and slouched in his chair.
        "It's S.P.E.W.!" Both Harry and Hermione exclaimed in unison. 
Everyone else in the room seemed confused as if they had missed a private 
joke between the three of them.
        Heather was the first to speak her thoughts. "Did I miss something
here?"
        "Oh, it's that stupid society Mudblood cooked up for the house 
elves. Something about equal rights." Draco Malfoy spat out before he 
realized what he had said in front of the professors.
        Professor McGonagall pounced on it, like she would if she had been
in her animagi form. "Fifty points from Slytherin house and Mr. Malfoy I
expect to see you in detention. I do not know how many times I have warned
you about that very same thing. Maybe that will teach you some manors."
        "S.P.E.W is the acronym for the group 'Mione came up with." Harry
explained. "It's the stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish 
Welfare."
        "But house elves like doing chores. " Professor Sprout seemed 
confused.
        "But they should get paid for doing them, just like everyone else."
Hermione exclaimed and Ron rolled her eyes, as if he was silently trying
to tell the group not to pursue the topic of conversation and to get back
to the one at hand.    
        Professor Snape seemed to grow irritated by the mere mention of
house elves having equal rights, but stayed silent as he was plotting 
against Professor McGonagall get his house their dignities back after 
Draco Malfoy blew it.
        "I will take the idea up with the headmasters, right now, let's 
adjourn for the evening. Remember to post signs for the Halloween ball and
help come up with ideas for the theme. You are dismissed."
        Everyone stood up to leave the meeting and Ron went around to where
Heather stood talking to Hermione and Hannah Abbott. "Harry and I are ready
to go do our rounds before heading to back to the common room. Want to 
come?"
        "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." Heather said as she said good-
bye to Hannah, then Ron escorted Heather with Hermione in tow to meet 
Harry outside the door.
        The corridors of the school were pitch black except for the 
torches of the fire pits; they were lit and burning brightly. Heather and
Ron was talking to each other about something, or nothing perhaps; 
Hermione could not tell. All Hermione knew was how much her heart longed for
the boy who walked beside her. Hermione took a moment to glance in the 
direction of the boy-who-lived. His messy jet-black hair disappeared into
the darkness around them. His eyes were coasted downward toward his feet.
Hermione recognized this particular expression as his "deep in thought"
look.
        Harry caught her looking at him. "What?"
        "Knut for your thoughts. What is wrong?"
        "Nothing is wrong."
        "Oh, well then."
        "Actually," he admitted. "I was thinking about the Halloween ball."
        "Coming up with ideas for a theme?"
        "Actually, I was trying to think about a way to ask the witch I want
to take and convince her to go with me."
        "Oh, really?" Hermione tried not to let her voice sound too hopeful.
"who is the lucky witch Harry?"
        "I'd rather not say, at least for now anyway."
        "Alright. What is she like then?" Hermione took her eyes 
away from him a moment to look out onto the balcony. She led him over to the
 spot and looked off it toward the lake.
        "Well, she's smart, funny, beautiful, and we've known each other for
quite a while."
        Hermione looked down at the concrete railing. She knew she was not
the one in which he was referring to because she was not beautiful and 
funny."
        "She sounds like a gem to me, Harry."
        "She is." Harry paused and he was tempted to tell her the entire 
truth, confess to her that he indeed want to take her to the ball.
        "I had an idea about the Halloween ball theme." Hermione piped up,
wanting to change the topic before she burst into tears in front of him.
        "What was your idea?"
        "Well, whenever my mum and dad threw a party for Halloween, we would
get dressed as witches, warlocks, wizards, fairies...well you get the idea."
        "Yeah, so?" Harry was not sure where this was going to head.
        "Why don't we dress up like muggles from different time periods?
Like the Renaissance, The Middle Ages, The 50's era, and the disco era...
you know that sort of thing."
        "Hermione! That is a brilliant idea! I wish I could have thought of
that. You are going to take it up with Professor McGonagall aren't you?"
        "Of course."
        Before Hermione could say anything more, Ron and Heather came 
rushing to find them. "Guess what, Harry? I have a date to the Halloween 
ball."
        "Congratulations! Who is the luck wizard?"
        "Me, mate!" Ron's red hair showed brightly in the pale moon light.
Hermione could tell Harry wanted to deck his best friend, but instead held
his tongue until he could control his rage. When he could speak, all he 
could muster was. "We should be heading back to the common room. I have lots
of homework to finish before tomorrow."
        "Speaking of tomorrow," Hermione began. "Professor McGonagall
is suppose to be handing out our revised schedules to us." Hermione sat
down in a large arm chair once they had reached the Gryffindor common room.
        "I hope you guys get Professors Wells or Phillips. They are 
awesome!"
        "Who?" Ron asked.
        "Professor Laurie Wells is one of our charms professors. I had her
at the Cottage Grove campus. She is the one who wears the light pink
robes with the soft gold trimming on them."
        "Oh, that one witch with the short cropped blonde hair and blue 
eyes, Okay, but what was the other one? Professor Phillips was it?"
        "Professor James Phillips, the head of Franklin house and my current
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He's the one who always insists of
wearing his house colors. Midnight blue and silver. He's one interesting
man, let me tell you!"
        "Probably not compared to some of the DADA professors we have had."
Harry laughed at the thought.
        "Tell me!" Heather pleaded and Harry proceeded to tell her.
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